Roussillon and Beziers, holding the bridge, saw him come.

'He has snatched his Sabine woman,' said Beziers.

'Humph,' said Roussillon; 'now for beastly war.' Richard rode straight between them at a hand-gallop; Gaston followed close, cheering his beast like a maniac.

Then the iron pair turned inwards and rode out together, taking the way he led them, the way of the Dark Tower.
The wonder of Gisors was all dismay when it was learned who this tall stranger was.

The Count of Poictou had ridden into his father's country and robbed his father's man of his wife.